Reading and Dyslexia
Reading and dyslexia, like cats and dogs, have what you could say, an uneasy relationship. “Mom, if that story is so great, why is it stuck in a book?”
Doesn’t get much more direct than that.
I read, I write, I edit—and I love the written word. My son—who has dyslexia—finds no love in the arduous process of decoding letters to understand the stories of others, or in arranging letters to write his own.
But with honed auditory skills, he’s a ready listener to books read aloud; he retains the print information with careful attention to detail. And he’s a great storyteller, able to record events and experiences in his mind much better than on paper.
When I read a book, the words, sentences, paragraphs, pages fly magically off the paper through my eyes and into my mind where they come alive. But for my son, the words stop. The process is a puzzle, requiring effort that never seems quite worth the struggle to fit all the pieces together. Reading and dyslexia
When he’s assigned a novel, pages in a textbook, or a short story, we read aloud; sometimes we order the movie, like we did to make “All Quiet on the Western Front” come alive for him. We find ways to work around those words, and release those stories—that for him—could be stuck in books forever without a little extra help.